Prompt 7: "Here let me help you." (White Knight)


What with everything that had happened to her recently, from running away to Mistral to being captured by Yang's mom to the battle at Haven Academy, Weiss hadn't taken much time to maintain her appearance. But now, as things settled down, they had the time to lick their wounds and recuperate, so she decided to indulge in an activity she hadn't done in weeks: brushing her hair. Unfortunately, over two weeks of inattention meant that it was completely tangled, and brushing it was not nearly as relaxing as it usually was.

"Rrgh! Come on!" she nearly sobbed as her brush got snagged once more amid her silver-white locks, the fourth time in as many minutes.

She tried removing the brush so she could start again, but, to her growing horror, it wouldn't budge.

"No, no!" she pleaded between gritted teeth, tugging even harder at the brush to no avail.

"Weiss?"

The distressed girl turned her head to the voice. To her surprise, it was Jaune, standing in the open doorway.

"Are you okay?" he asked, stepping carefully inside the room.

Weiss shook her head.

"No, Jaune, I'm not okay. I'm trying to brush my hair and it's stuck! My brush is stuck!"

She pulled vigorously at the brush in question, biting her lip and wincing as the action tugged hard on her scalp. Jaune quickly rushed to her side.

"Okay-Okay! Calm down, calm down."

He gently pried her hands off the brush, which remained dangling amid the curtain of tangled hair.

"Here let me help you." Said Jaune, taking hold of the brush's handle in one hand and Weiss's hair in the other.

Carefully, slowly, he pulled the brush out bit by bit until, finally, it was free.

"There we go. Now it's un-stuck." then his smile turned into a worried frown. "Are you okay? Did it hurt?"

"Not really." Weiss said truthfully.

Admittedly, the action had felt like it had pulled one or two hairs out, but she had anticipated much worse.

"How did you do that?"

Jaune shrugged.

"I used to brush my sisters' hair when they were little. They got knots all the time."

"I didn't." Weiss mumbled.

Jaune was silent, and after a moment Weiss realized it was because he was waiting for her to continue.

"I mean, I used to brush my hair every day, or almost. Ever since I was little. I don't even remember the last time got knots."

Jaune nodded, but he was still confused about something.

"So, how come you've got them now? And so many of them?"

Weiss sighed.

"I haven't exactly had the time to brush my hair in the last two weeks."

"Oh," Jaune frowned sympathetically.

Weiss appreciated his understanding, but at the same time, she knew that it wasn't getting her closer to untangling her hair. The task seemed even more dreading than before, and all the more difficult. Weiss looked over nervously at the blond boy.

"Do you…think…you could do it?" she asked hesitantly. "Brush my hair, I mean?"

Jaune blinked.

"You want me to do it?"

"Yes! I mean, I'd do it myself, but I'm just really afraid that it's going to hurt. And you were so good at getting my brush unstuck that I think, well, I think you're better fit for this than I am-"

"Weiss!"

"Huh?" Weiss, startled, stopped mid-sentence and realized she had been rambling (Rambling? Since when did she, Weiss Schnee, give in to nervous rambling? And to Jaune Arc of all people?!).

The realisation made her cheeks rosy with embarrassment. But Jaune just smiled.

"Yes, I'll brush your hair for you."

Weiss let out a sigh of relief and let Jaune sit behind her. As he started separating her silver locks into sections so they'd be easier to brush, he said:

"I'm really sorry in advance if I end up hurting you."

The apology only further reassured Weiss in her decision and she relaxed as Jaune began his work. After a few moments of silence, she spoke up:

"So, you used to do this with your sisters?"

"Uh-huh. That was back when they were little and they all wore their hair long. Then they got older and decided they could take of their own hair, thank you very much big-brother-Jaune."

Weiss giggled, then winced as Jaune freed her of one of her knots.

"Sorry!" he said, then after she gave him a nod, he continued. "Also, some of them decided they preferred short hair to long."

They continued talking about Jaune's sisters, and about the rest of his family, then moving on to Weiss's, though Weiss didn't want to fully disclose everything about her family to Jaune. At least not yet. So instead she focussed on Winter, on her mother when she was young, on Klein (who was so close to her that she felt he counted as family), on Whitley when he was a baby and not grown up to be…well, Whitley. All the while Jaune kept brushing her hair, until she almost forgot that's what he was even doing.

"And…done!" the boy finally exclaimed. "I brushed your hair from the top, the bottom and the sides-twice, just to make sure-and I can safely say that there are no more knots!"

"Wow…"

Weiss ran her fingers through the silver-white strands. They were as smooth as they had ever been.

"Thank you Jaune. I really owe you one."

Jaune smiled.

"It was nothing." he shrugged, pulling out some of the hairs that had been caught in the brush bristles and dropping them in the nearest waste basket.

"It wasn't nothing!" Weiss stood indignantly from the bed. "It was incredibly nice of you! I…" her voice softened. "I don't know how to repay you."

"You don't have to repay me, Weiss."

"I know…" she murmured. "But I don't just mean for the brushing. I also…really liked talking to you. It was…nice."

Of course, nice was an understatement, but Jaune seemed to understand what she meant as he beamed at her.

"Wow…um…well, I really liked talking to you too."

He started for the door, but before he could reach it, Weiss stopped him.

"Jaune wait!"

He turned around, and Weiss suddenly couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.

"If it's no trouble…could you maybe brush my hair again tomorrow? And maybe we could talk some more?"

Her face was very red as she spoke, and she still refused to look at Jaune directly. At least until he said:

"I'd love to!"

She finally looked up at Jaune and saw that he was grinning at her.

"Oh. Alright then!" she grinned back, inexplicably relieved at his answer. "Bye Jaune."

His grin widened.

"See you later, Weiss." he said, giving her a cheery wave before heading out the room.